The Big Devil and the Cookie

Although Tang Bing kept nagging and repeatedly affirmed to Ludwig the danger of zombies, the expression on Ludwig's face did not change.

He picked up the iron rod and walked towards the middle of the empty street. There, besides the stumped limbs and arms, the brains shining in the sun, and the blackened and coagulated blood, there was also an abandoned car.

This car was not seen by Ludwig in the 3D projection, because the picture he saw started from the side of the car and did not include the car.

Under the car, a hand sticks out from the flat tire, and the blood-stained shirt sleeve, the ID bracelet is still running, playing the role of a monitor.

Ludwig came to the car with the iron rod, squatted down, and looked under the car.

"Be careful!" Tang Bing shouted suddenly.

Hearing a "bang", the manhole cover behind Ludwig suddenly flipped open, and two rotten arms suddenly stretched out, grabbing Ludwig's back.

Without turning his head, Ludwig swung the iron rod away, sweeping off two rotten arms horizontally, and the things in the well made the sound of snoring and panting, mixed with the sound of mucus rolling in the rotten throat.

Ludwig grabbed Tang Yan's hand, pulled him hard, and pulled him out from under the car.

The thing in the well also rushed forward, with two crooked wrists, and poked straight at Ludwig's face. Ludwig met the zombie face to face, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his face showed disgust. color, this thing is not much better than the evil god he saw in Chaos City...

"Slap it in the head!" Tang Bing commanded loudly from the side.

Ludwig picked up the iron rod with his backhand and smashed it down on the zombie's face without hesitation. Before the disgusting mucus splashed over, he hugged Tang Yan with one hand and dodged to the side.

The zombie shook for a while, with half of its head on its head, and continued to chase Ludwig.

Ludwig ran to Tang Bing with Tang Bing in his arms, and threw Tang Bing to Tang Bing.

Halfway through the throw, he noticed that Tang Bing's face was a bit ugly.

"Owner."

Tang Yan hugged Tang Bing's shoulders, Tang Bing subconsciously embraced his knees, and held him horizontally in his arms.

Tang Yan's hair is very beautiful, black and shiny, against his dilapidated face, there is a strange sense of incongruity.

Among Tang Bing's four book favorites, Tang Yan can be said to be the one closest to Tang Bing himself, both in figure and appearance.

However, as far as temperament is concerned, he is not as cunning as Tang Bing, and he is a bit dull.

After Tang Bing hugged Tang Bing, Tang Bing hugged Tang Bing's neck obediently, persisted in this movement, and rubbed his own blood all over Tang Bing: "Master, you are here, I'm fine."

he stated.

Tang Bing could see blood all over Tang Bing's body from the corner of his eye, as well as unhealed wounds, large and small scars all over his body.

"The zombie virus is useless to me." Tang Yan said, "Master, don't worry."

"Yeah." Tang Bing put down Tang Yan's legs and made him stand up straight, "It's good that you're fine."

"I still need to rest for some time, and I will fully recover after about tonight." Tang Yan said.

"Okay." Tang Bing nodded and looked towards Ludwig.

Ludwig turned around and smashed the zombie's head with an iron rod, and stuffed its body back into the sewer.

There was only a muffled sound, and the poor zombie had fallen into the bottom of the well.

Ludwig glanced at the zombies staggering towards the street corner, and raised the iron bar again.

"I can't finish it, Xiaolu, let's get in the car." Tang Bing said.

Only then did Ludwig put down the iron rod. Obviously, if Tang Bing didn't stop him, he could still play for a while.

Tang Bing pulled open the door of the old car. The condition inside the car was pretty good, at least there were no rotting corpses. He bent down, pulled out the wires, and ignited the cylinders at a very fast speed to start the car.

Ludwig sent Tang Yan to the back seat, and sat in the co-pilot's seat. After confirming that the windows were closed, he closed the door, but unfortunately the door lock had been broken.

"Let's deal with it first. We're going to the pier to find a boat, and then go to a sea prison, where we can find the main character's army." Tang Bing started the car, and it miraculously shook amidst the noise of parts. Get moving and drive forward.

Tang Bing stepped on the accelerator and drove the broken car across the street corner.

Groups of zombies walk through the streets, and there are strange shadows near and far. In the foggy city, endless zombies are everywhere, emerging from various corners.

Feeling the smell of fresh flesh, they slammed into the car like frenzied headless flies, knocking on the car window with their rotten arms, and were knocked away again and again, but they tried again and again.

"The biggest difference between this kind of thing and humans is that they have no wisdom. Even if they fail a hundred times, they will continue to try and fail." Tang Bing introduced in a relaxed tone.

"Can your protective clothing block them?" Ludwig was more concerned about this.

"It's effective for 12 hours, it should be enough." Tang Bing said with a smile, "Hold on firmly."

The car stopped suddenly, its tail swung forward, the zombies caught in the rear of the car were thrown out, and knocked into the crowd of zombies swarming in front.

"Very good, this broken car is doing well." Tang Bing said, he stepped on the accelerator again and rushed towards the pier.

Half an hour later, the three of them gained a brief moment of peace.

The blue waves are rippling and the weather is fine. The white motorboat sails across the water and sails to the distant island.

"Next, we will go to this big world, the defense base established by the protagonists," Tang Bing said, "There, we have the opportunity to meet the conscious subjects of the tidal virus. They are usually near the protagonist, trying to engulf the protagonist's consciousness .”

Ludwig heard Tang Bing say that this virus is a small world consciousness, and it will automatically find a compatible big world.

"Then, let me introduce you formally," Tang Bing said, "This is Tang Yan, my number three book favorite, whose ability is healing; this is Ludwig, my number four book favorite."

Tang Yan stretched out his bloody hand, and gave Ludwig a friendly smile: "Hello."

Ludwig took his hand, which he knew was a human courtesy.

"Sorry, there's still a little bleeding." Tang Yan said apologetically when he noticed that Ludwig's hands were dirty.

"...It's okay." Ludwig didn't care about this at all.

Compared with Tang Xi's sentimentality, compared with Tang Yao's rational autonomy, Tang Yan is indeed more like the standard book pet described in the textbook, hardworking, never complaining, even if his face is bloody, he must persist in carrying out the master's task.